In the 1,200th year of Dasheng Calendar, the evil fire warships of the Black Iron Federation blasted across the sea. Chen Haoyu was imprisoned in the dungeon of his ancestral home and was burdened with a life-eating curse. The blood he coughed up stained the chains red. The dragon veins of the Zhuxia Federation are about to dry up, each feudal town has its own agenda, and he only has three months left to live. Until one night, an illusory technological giant tree appeared in his mind - from coal and iron smelting to steam mechas, every leaf corresponded to a lost skill. The moment the reformer's war spirit was awakened, the system gave a cold reminder: The day the national fortune value returns to zero is when civilization will be destroyed. Unlock the internal combustion engine? First capture an iron mine. Summon the spirit of a famous general? Let all people rekindle their faith first. Chen Haoyu dragged his broken body out of the dungeon. In front of him was the enemy's cavalry, and behind him was the betrayal of his allies. Can he use technology and fighting spirit to carve out a bloody path to reshape Zhu Xia in a desperate situation? Is the end of the curse death or rebirth?
The chain was cold and every link was embedded in the flesh.
Fang Xing opened his eyes, and his nose was filled with the smell of blood and moldy straw. Darkness pressed in from all directions, with only a faint glow of yellow fire coming from the half-foot-square iron grill above the head. He tried to move his wrist, and the chain clattered, and there was a burning pain on his shoulder - the whip marks scabbed and then collapsed.
"Oh, you're awake?"
The sound of footsteps came from the stone steps, the light of the torch flickered, and a jailer came down carrying a clay pot. Another followed behind, holding a roll of yellow silk in his hand.
Fang Xing said nothing. He leaned against the stone wall and stared at the two men calmly.
Jailer A squatted down, placed the clay pot on the ground, opened the lid, and immediately felt a bitter medicinal smell.
